Alhaitham had gain himself falcon wings on his back along with a few feathers poking out in a few places. He acted the same however; quiet, sharp tongued, calculated. He was still the same man you knew, just with wings and.. feathers.

He was into his book as usual, glancing up from his book to you. “Can you stop staring? It’s embarrassing enough to have this..” he replied with a soft yet stern tone. His gray and greenish hair shined in the light as his teal and red eyes look at you.